Tied Up Naked

Things have been smooth between Ryan and Abby since they moved in together. They're curled in bed when Abby whispers about a surprise. She buckles soft pink cuffs around Ryan's wrists, slides a silk mask over her eyes, then steps out without a word. Down the hall she sends Jessa in. Jessa's mouth finds Ryan's first—slow kisses that turn hungry. Then her tongue traces the stiff peaks of Ryan's nipples while their bare bodies slide together. Ryan arches into the weight, trying to place the scent, the shape, the pressure of unfamiliar thighs straddling hers. It isn't Abby. It isn't anyone she's had before. Breath hot against her folds, Jessa hovers, teasing. The first slow lick lands on Ryan's swollen clit, and the second drags deeper. Ryan gasps, pleading to come, but Jessa pulls back until she trembles on the edge. They trade positions until both women are shaking. Jessa finally grinds down, slick heat meeting slick heat, and rocks in a steady rhythm until their cunts pulse hard together. Ryan's still blind, still guessing. Abby watches from the doorway and keeps the secret for now.